Martin Luther King, Jr., was the conscience of his generation.... He and I grew up in the same South, he the son of a clergyman, I... the son of a farmer. We both knew from opposite sides, the invisible wall of racial segregation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Harvey, Jr.: I was afraid something like this would happen. Being around all those young students was bound to give Father ideas.<...br />Laura: Young ideas, nuts. They're the oldest ideas in the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

For mainstream American blacks, the vast majority of churches have Hebrew names--Ebenezer, Mount Zion, Canaan, Mount Moriah, Taber...nacle, New Hebron, Mount Olive. Hebraic traditions run deep in the black church. More than any people on earth, including the Jews, American blacks have adopted the Mosaic model of social organization, with the exalted political prophet bonded to the "children of Israel" below. Blacks and Jews have in common a history of cyclical swings between cultural separatism and assimilation. Black Zionists helped establish an independent Liberia in 1847, some fifty years before the emergence of modern Jewish Zionism. Jews, who have canonized no new prophets in two millennia and who shudder at the memory of their false messiahs, look with both longing and horror upon the last generation's procession of black prophets: Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr., Louis Farrakhan, and Jesse Jackson. Depending on one's prediction of the outcome, blacks and Jews are either intimate enemies or quarrelsome cousins.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

There are two things that seem to be at the bottom of our constitutions; one is a continual tendency towards politics; the other i...s family pride; and it is strange how these two feelings run through all of us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

You seem to think that I am adapted to nothing but the sugar-plums of intellect and had better not try to digest anything stronger....... a writer of popular sketches in magazines; a lecturer before Lyceums and College societies; a dabbler in metaphysics, poetry, and art, than which I would rather die, for if it has come to that, alas! verily, as you say, mediocrity has fallen on the name of Adams.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Who will join in the march to the Rocky Mountains with me, a sort of high-pressure-double-cylinder-go-it-ahead-forty-wildcats- tea...rin' sort of a feller?... Git out of this warming-pan, ye holly-hocks, and go out to the West where you may be seen.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Then, angerwas a crease in the brow...and silencea catastrophe.Then, making upwas a mutual smileand a glancea gift.Now, just look at this messthat you've made of that love.You grovel at my feetand I berate youand can't let my anger go.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

"This is black, darling.""Yes, it's black."..."No, it's white.""Ah, so it is.""We'll go.""We're going.""I don't want to go.""Then, so be it."That's the way it used to be.For the longest time,he'd wander down any pathmy mind wished to take,but now this same manhas become a stranger.Friend,is there anyonewho knows a THING about men?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »